Chapter 18: If you’re not dead, I won’t feel safe!
Translated by: Chua
Edited by: Elkassar
The police here were very vigilant, watching Sheyan struggling for help, they searched his body for any weapons before supporting him up. Sheyan was panting heavily, shivering as he shut his eyes tightly pretending to be terribly anxious about his surroundings. He realized the police mobilization far exceeded his expectations, not only were there nurous large and small police cars, in mid air were 3 police choppers shining their glaring spotlight down from the night sky.
Because there were huge amounts of casualties, the police set up a first aid district around two ambulances. The people sent there were mostly people who were trampled on amidst the chaos, they were shocked to a stupor, while only about one-third suffered from gunshot wounds.
Sheyan’s injuries appeared to be very serious, hence he was given priority treatnt from the dics. From the start he had only been hostile toward people from the underground organizations, hence he wasn’t afraid of the police interrogating or searching up on him. At this mont, two heavily injured policen were carried in, one had a gunshot to his chest, one had broken his left leg. These two Los angeles policen did not look very good, in their pain they angrily cursed out “That damned bastard inside!”
One after the other, 7-8 other policen in need of aid were sent here, all of them sustained non-fatal gunshot injuries and were unable to carry on their duties. So had a stubborn character and complained and cursed repeatedly, while so remained pale and silent as though they were still fearful - these wounds were obviously inflicted by Cazider. Under his insane gun skills and viciousness, these policen were scared stiff. They were hoping for the Delta anti-terror task force to arrive.
Sheyan looked up at the hovering helicopter and sneered. This Los Angeles police mobilization, adding onto the leaked information on his appearance, how would Cazider be able to escape this huge mass of police forces? However, very quickly, a policeman still bleeding from his arm having just been relieved from his burdenso duties, hatefully complained:
“Guys, that damned lunatic has finally been captured. That bastard actually lasted so long even taking 3 shots before fainting, who knows how much drugs he took!”
Sheyan’s pupils shrunk, Cazider’s surrender was outside of his expectations, however thinking deeper it made sense. To Cazider, this sort of situation where both fighting and not fighting would not make a difference, unable to escape, surrendering was his only way of surviving. However Sheyan knew, fainting from heavy injuries was a trick, once Cazider was transported to the hospital by the ambulance, how would the police mobilize another huge task force and even the three choppers to watch over him? Chances of escaping would be plentiful then.
If Cazider remained alive, Sheyan naturally would have an enemy as horrifying as a poisonous snake! Furthermore this brat used long range combat attacks, he had to live in constant fear daily of such a guy. Sheyan’s heart gradually felt a slight chill, as if an ice cube was lodged sowhere in his body. Therefore, Cazider must die! In a mont, Sheyan gazed at the faraway ambulance with a frozen murderous expression as though a fla was ascending.
After the place stabilized, the casualties would naturally be sent to the hospital for treatnt. Sheyan’s body sustained gunshot wounds, following regulations, he had to be brought to the police station to record his statent. Only Sheyan was extrely crafty, his mind was clear but he pretended he was still in a semi-conscious nauseous state.To anyone questioning him, he would reply he had a splitting headache, his head injury looked very serious, so even with this behavior nobody suspected him. After reaching the hospital and letting the doctor examine him, they could only diagnose he suffered from severe cerebral concussion. Injecting him with a calming dosage and putting him on IV drip they allowed him to rest in a hospital room placed under further observation.
Following this large scale police mobilization, there were plenty of casualties, it was already late at night when they were sent to the hospital. Therefore the doctors on shift were extrely busy, working tirelessly until 2-3 am before stopping. Sheyan’s single room only had a lone policeman guarding it, he was also in charged of the entire stretch of corridor spanning 20 rooms. This policeman also participated in the night operation and was lucky not be injured, however he was extrely fatigued, dozing off dozens of ti while sitting down. However, Cazider was enjoying a president suite room, his room had a layer of protection preventing him from leaving, and had 15 policen guarding it. The external environnt was extrely vigilant, and very strict.
However when the clock struck 4 am, Sheyan suddenly opened his eyes, removing his IV drip he tiptoed into the corridor. The on guard policeman was currently in quite a deep sleep, glancing to his left and right, reaching out his hand he grabbed the policeman’s neck dragging him into the nearby storeroom. At this mont, Sheyan received a notification from his nightmare imprint:
“You attacked a Los Angeles policeman, your cri index in this terminal world has increased by 10, your current cri index is 10.”
Sheyan slightly stumbled, however he did not dwell on it as he concentrated on dealing with this policeman. Under the pressure of his imnse strength of twice an average person, that poor policeman struggled frantically as his face turned purple, not being able let out a sound. Until his eyeballs rolled back as if he was about to faint did Sheyan loosen his grip as he whispered in his ears:
“Mr Policeman, I have no ill intention towards the police force, however that damned lunatic above sared our place with the blood and brains of my fellow comrades, I will not allow him to go to jail so easily! I want his F**king life! If you obediently corporate, i swear on my ancestor’s na that i will not harm any innocent person!”
Cazider and his comrade had killed at least 20 Los Angeles policen. So of the policen had good friends who suffered heavy gun injuries. Hence, that unfortunate policeman naturally harbored a grudge against Cazider, after hearing Sheyan’s goal, his sunken face remained silent. His actions however beca cooperative as he relaxed and took off his police uniform lying on a patient bed, willingly letting Sheyan knock him out cold.
At this mont Sheyan then inquired of his cri index again, however the nightmare imprint simply replied in a few words:
Every ti you violate the law, your cri index will increase.
Cri index determines how the police treats you. Consequently, it increases your chance of encountering the police, being interrogated or searched by them.
Cri index will reduce over ti, the higher the cri index, the slower it reduces.
Although the information wasn’t much, Sheyan had obtained several pointers and conclusion. For example a person with high cri index, that degree of assault from the police was be very high. Just like that dead contestant no. 844, his cri index must have been red hot in order to trigger the Delta anti-terror task force. Similarly, Cazider belonged to the sa level of cri index, once the police received news they will imdiately mobilize. Although Sheyan’s cri index had increased, however his cri index was still far from the level of being wanted.
After a deep sleep, Sheyan felt that his strength has recovered completely. Heading to the washroom to wash the blood stains off his face and body, he segun to survey the hospital. Preparing a few tactics, he lowered his police cap, and proceeded upwards.
The policen that kept watch could naturally obtain primary news. Cazider’s accomplice had been gunned down already, furthermore he had no relation to any Los Angeles’ underground organizations, therefore the policen were quite relaxed. They did not think anyone would try to rescue him from the outside.
The heavily injured Cazider was handcuffed to his bed, even in the ambulance he was under strict control, as such even in his bedroom he had two policen carefully observing him. Once there were changes they would imdiately report! Under normal circumstances, even if Cazider had wings he would be unable to fly. (Chinese idiom it just ans he cannot escape)
4 am in the early morning, the surroundings silent and peaceful, one could even hear the sound of the clock ticking. Sheyan’s heart was slightly distracted, however he continued prancing forward with his footsteps synchronized to his breathing. Calming himself down, he walked towards the corridor that beheld Cazider’s room.
The corridor had 4 policen, all of them dozing off as they leaned against their seats. A huge bearded policeman was snoring loudly. The air was chilly, as goosebumps had ford on their skin, beside them were empty coffee stained cups. Sheyan entered this world with much fear and trepidation, however after several battles, he realized he had beco as calm and comfortable like a fish in the water. As such he remained steady using light footsteps as he slowly inched forward without anyone noticing him.
However, when he reached the entrance he heard chatter - obviously the policen inside were wide awake - to the Cazider who possessed terrifying capabilities, the police did not dare to loosen their guard.
Sheyan then placed his hands on the door, lightly pushing it open. A piercing sterile odour surged into his nostrils, the room lights remained rather bright as two vigilant policen ca over. Holding onto their pistol holsters, they released their grip after seeing the police uniform Sheyan was wearing.
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